Mean Guy

There’s a decent chance the power will go out midway through posting this because I’m in the middle of the definition of a “severe thunderstorm.”  I’ve discovered it’s a bad idea to try to do laundry during a sever thunderstorm equipped with power outages when you have a front-loading washing machine.

Because I’m scared of what will happen in the next few minutes I’m going to take the easy route and leave you with a blast from the past – 2009 to be exact.  The saga of our road trip…

Today we drove to an adventure one hour away with friends and Dos took a nap on the way up but Uno refused. After a full afternoon and fun activities, Lizard and I realized that the trip home was a necessary time for Uno to nap.

Dos, for her part, had an allergic reaction to the soap at Bath & Body Works and so we gave her a dose of Benadryl. Previously Benadryl knocked Dos out – but today it had the opposite effect. She was wired!

So… On the way home we told both of the girls that they needed to take a nap while we drove. They were quite resistant to this idea, but Uno was the more vocal of the two about her disinterest in our napping plan.

Finally Lizard put his foot down.

“Do not talk anymore!” he said in his firm, “don’t mess around anymore” voice.

Uno began to wail. “But I have words inside of me and they want to come out!” she protested.

“They are inside of me saying, ‘Please, let me come out!’” she continued with her voice pitched almost to the hieght that only a dog could hear. “And I promised them that they could come out… But you say, ‘No!’”

Lizard and I were both cracking up in the front seats, trying to hide our laughter from Uno since she was howling and moaning as we drove along Route 66.

Uno couldn’t help giving one last opinion:

“You mean guy!” she moaned a long “oh” moan. “You mean guy!”

But then it got better. Because Dos, the Dizzy Devil, began to chime in.

“Mean guy! Mean guy! Mean guy!” she chanted in her little 2-year-old voice. Then without pause, “Santa Clause is coming to town,” she warbled.

That sent us over the edge and I began to write down the conversation so that I could share it with you without messing it up.

Things calmed down a bit and we thought that the fun was over. But then Dos piped up again.

“Uno… Mean guy!” she said.

“I am not a guy,” Uno corrected Dos with passion. “I am a girl!”

Then Uno stopped to consider. “I am a lady!” she amended.

They were both asleep in about three more minutes, but we gigged about the exchange the entire drive home. Hope you enjoyed it, too!